Drunken Boat - Kendra Smith

Down to the sea in a drunken boat

No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote

Down impassable rivers

What does she care for a crew

Light as a cork she is dancing

On the waves of the deep sunk dead

Moonlit lantern idiot eyes

Delirious rhythms that catch her at dawn

Black perfumes that drag her and drug her

Under the bottomless spiralling sky

Nighttime breathes in ominous fortune

She thinks of the calm before stroming

And hears Ma’s silent warning

Down to the sea in a drunken boat

No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote

On a drunken boat she is sailing

Down to the sea she’s singing

Nothing is quite as it seems

And no man on earth can be hid from her dreaming